Vol 2 Chapter 11: accident

Just after lunch, Louise, who came back a while later, sorted out the information and had to go out again. Bayi ≥≥Chinese W ﹤ W ＜ W ＜． ≦ 8 ≦ 1 ≦ Z ≦≦ W ≦. ﹤ C ﹤ OM is to take the confirmed guest list and go to the Church of the Son to arrange funeral seats.
Zac had planned to go with him, perhaps to relieve his sense of irresponsibility for throwing all his work to Louise. However, Weiss came and Zac recognized it, and he, the owner of the Grand Funeral Home, became more and more ill-named.
Wes changed his police uniform and wore casual clothes, but he didn't go anywhere. Anyway, he was the identity of a detective. It's impossible to wear it like a farmer.
Zac looked at the slightly tight formal wear on the other person's body. It was not like the high-end stock in James's wardrobe. James said that he would lend his clothes to Weiss. Remember, it is more like an insurance salesman ... " Is it Jason's clothes? "
"Uh, yes." Weiss pouted, not wanting to admit it.
"Does Jason still live with you?" Zac asked sullenly.
"Well." The answer of the single syllable should be the limit that Weiss can give, and immediately shift the topic, "I come to thank you."
Zac is a bit conscious, and said along the new topic, "Oh, no, I'm glad I can help."
"What about James?"
"The North District is gone, see his partner."
"Oh." Weiss frowned. "I'm going to the hospital to see Chris' recovery. Although Didi's correction was made, there are still some doubts, such as the earrings that were on the scene before, I still have to ask. After explaining the reason, he shook his head. "James is the person who sent Chris to the hospital. I think James should give him peace of mind, a sense of security, and it is easier to soothe my emotions and help me ask questions."
Zac raised his eyebrows and thought about it, yeah, after all, Chris is a teenager who has just experienced a bad event. The physical trauma may not be much, and it is not easy to say psychologically, "You can wait, wait for Zhan Mu Shi is back. "
"Forget it, let me go." Weiss waved his hand. "I feel that Secretary Cologne doesn't want me to delay James' time at this time." James still had a case in his hands, and he looked Wes's pouting expression obviously knew the truth.
Zach smiled, "Why don't I go with you, if Chris has any psychological trauma, I think I can use it a little bit." Zach pointed his eyes. Don't get it wrong, Zack's meaning is not to help the traumatized boy heal the psychological injury, but to help the detective Wes get the answer to the doubt.
Weiss thought for a moment and nodded. Say hello, hand Zach a hard hat, step on the mount, "Come up."
Zac hesitated and put his lips on the motorcycle, "You should change the car, detective."
"I know. Help me."
The motor roared and opened the Grand backyard. Go to the Southern District Hospital.
Zac was selfish on this initiative. In the morning, Alan just explained that he wanted to sell Alan ’s funeral home, and he did not hypocritically show that his interests were the highest. Zac was unable to let the other party give up his interests. When trading, get a love card. It ’s useless, but it ’s better than nothing, right?
The Zach at the Memorial Hospital in the Southern District used to come often, but just did not walk through the main entrance. They stopped the old Grand truck outside the rear passage connected to the morgue. When Benjamin pushed out several bodies and loaded the car, Drive back, dig a few pits in the North Park of the cemetery and bury them.
Now, this job is from the Madison Mill, and the follow-up is not buried, but thrown into the incinerator.
Ignoring the information desk, Wes seemed to know his destination, and Zach followed, looking around curiously. Let me put it this way, this hospital is like a shrunken health station.
Because Zac has already made comparisons, our vampires do n’t like hospitals, but he has visited other hospitals in Barton many times in person, and now he looks at his hospital in the Southern District. Just like the Southern District Police Station.
This is probably the truth. The status of the Southern District in Barton is really not very good, and it is a veritable name to be a countryman.
"It's at the end of the corridor." Weiss probably noticed Zac's absent-mindedness, reminding him.
"Oh." Zach responded, shaking his head silently in his heart. He began to realize that the city government so far has not done anything commendable for the Southern District people. The votes of the district may be really ...
Zac looked at the end of the hallway. On the bench by the wall was a teenager, an acquaintance, Caesar. I was bored listening to the song.
Zachla then walked in front of Weiss, walked towards Caesar who had not yet seen himself, took off his headphones, and did not know what expression to put on, "Caesar."
"Uh." Caesar on the side pulled the corner of his mouth first and pulled back his earphones. "You can't meet you anywhere!"
"This is the Southern District, and I should ask you this." Zac glanced at Wes, reluctantly introducing, "Isra's son. Anthony's ..." pouting, "former stepson."
The news of this time has already thoroughly translated the short marriage that Esera and Anthony had once, so Wes put the photo of the teenager in front of him in the news after Zach's reminder.
Caesar probably wasn't very interested in who Wes was, ignoring the closed ward, "accompany someone to visit. What are you doing?"
Zac pursed his lips and explained to Wes, "Caesar transferred to Ripter, by age ..." Turning to Caesar, he asked, "Are you Chris the same level." What our vampire can think of, Caesar The only reason for being here is that he accompanied his classmates to visit them.
"I'm one level lower than him." Caesar replied impatiently, but suddenly he smiled yawningly and gestured to the ward. "Aren't you going to see who came to visit him?"
Zac had a bad hunch. Just a reminder, Alice said, "... Caesar ran halfway with Sissi ..."
Zac frowned, pressed Wes behind him again, walked to the ward, and glanced inside through the window. Uh.
Sissy is feeding Chris apples, hello, apples.
Zac pursed his lips and looked at Caesar, his eyes clearly asking for an explanation.
"Oh, don't look at me. I only spent two days in Reipt, and I was surprised to know that the Saints and this guy in the Southern District have such a good relationship."
Zac glanced left and right to confirm that no one in the simple hospital heard the word ‘saint’,
How good are the feelings?

Caesar nervously put up two fingers, slowly joined together, and then twisted and twisted together, "It's so good." Obviously.
Zac shook his head silently, unable to understand, did not want to be in Caesar, pushed the door of the ward, and signaled Weiss to work.
"Detective!" Chris, with an apple in his mouth, propped up from the bed. He seemed to be in a very good state of mind, without any signs of psychological trauma. Emotionally still very happy, looked at Qianxi slightly excitedly, "Qian." Qian? ! Sissi, this already very nickname-like name can be more nicknamed! "This is one of the detectives who rescued me! Detective Weiss! Well, that is, Mr. Grande." He looked at Zac and smiled slowly with gratitude, "The police have already told me, Thanks to Mr. Clue! "
Then, Chris's face turned red, "This is Sissi Yeshir, my girlfriend."
Sissy stood up from the chair in front of the hospital bed, with a sincere gratitude, "Inspector Weiss, Mr. Grande, thank you."
Zac almost instinctively went to see Sissy's feet, but unfortunately, she learned well and landed.
Wess nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, girlfriend?" Looking away from the strange-looking Zach, he corrected it with the morality of adults. "Ripter's classmate, today are you on holiday?"
"We came out during the lunch break." Cici actually took Chris's hand. "I should have come early, but unfortunately my request for leave was not approved."
"School will not approve you from skipping classes." Zac whispered, not knowing what he was thinking, he even reached out the hand of the little couple and pushed Sissy away from the ward. "Let the detective be important Work, the visit is over. "
"I'll come over after school ~" Sissy didn't resist Zac. He turned back and said, filled with uncomfortable love, was pushed out of the ward.
Closing the door, Zach hadn't spoken yet, and Caesar opened, "It's over? Can I go back, Miss Saints."
Zac waved his hand, meaning to let Caesar go away, and his face changed into a gloomy Cici when he stepped out of the ward. "Do you want to explain?"
Sissi glanced back at Zac without saying anything, beckoning to Caesar, "Go to the car and wait for me."
"Yes, yes." Caesar shook his head, and he turned out to be just a driver.
Then Sissy faced Zac, raised slightly with the naked eye, and left the ground. "This is my private life and I don't need to explain it to you."
"Private life?" Zac laughed. "You have a private life? How long have you been to Ripter, have you found yourself a boyfriend, or the son of the owner of Grande's rival Allen's funeral home. "Zack smiled and shook his head, stressing it again," Private life? Sorry, Sissi, I find it hard to believe. "
Sissi moved, raised her feet, and didn't know what method was used. It was clearly hanging in the air, but made the sound of footsteps, "I don't believe it is your thing."
Zach keeps up, "Sissi, that Chris looks like a good guy. I advise you not to play with others, no matter what idea you are playing, let go." Zack pouted, "and Caesar ..."
Was interrupted, "Caesar came to me by myself, don't push anything on me. Chris." She glanced back at Zac, "I didn't play with him! Take back your belly!"
Zac frowned as he saw his genuine anger, "Cici? Don't tell you that you are sincere ..." In love? Zac really didn't want to speak out.
Sissi, who had turned her head back, was probably gritting her teeth, holding her ears up next to her head, and clenched her fists sideways. "I want to let Nick die better than life!"
Zac couldn't continue to use the malicious way to figure out Sissi's thoughts, and accelerated two steps. He walked to Sissi's side and stared at Sissi's gloomy side, "Sissi, what are you doing? Don't. The prisoner is already there Judicial ...
"Not enough!" Cici ignored Zac at all. "The boyfriend of the saint, was kidnapped. I have never felt such a shame! I want him to pay ..."
"Wait a minute!" Zach held Sissi's shoulder. "Saint's boyfriend? Sissi, wait a minute, does Chris know you are a saint ?!"
Sissi, immersed in complete anger, shut her mouth tightly, and under the vampire's hold, she actually walked a few steps normally. Eventually he turned his head, looked at Zac, and took a deep breath. "He knows, but he is not very comfortable with my saint's side, so, in front of him, I have restrained."
Zac opened his mouth, then shook his head, impatiently, "How did he know? Did Lola say it?" Can Zac understand his way of thinking? The non-human nature of Sissi was exposed in Ripter, and it could only be said by someone who knew it, and that must be Lola. Well, all the other secrets that Laura knew ... so Zac was worried.
"No." Sissy calmed down a little and glanced at Zac. "You should give your sister's friend a little more confidence. This matter has nothing to do with Lola."
Zac pursed his lips, "Then give me a confident explanation."
Sissy paused and watched Zac hesitate for a while before shaking her head. "Me and Chris have known each other since I settled in the sea-view villa."
"Before going to the Republic?" Zac was surprised.
Sissy didn't want to repeat, "You should be clear about these things." Zac's eyes were disdainful, "After I settled in Barton, Thomas and I became safe and began to find a way to get news of heaven."
Zac raised an eyebrow and remembered it. In a missing incident a long time ago, in order to completely eliminate the whereabouts of the missing person, in addition to confirming whether the demon had been reported to hell, he also confirmed to the saint Cici whether anyone had been sent to heaven.
Sissi looked at Zac ’s expression and remembered it quickly.
You ca n’t think I ’m going to kill someone in order to investigate heaven, and then send someone up.
She shook her head.
The souls I sent up are all From Crowley ’s hand, it ’s not right. At that time, Crowley did n’t have a container, only a dog running like a mad dog, or a dead person who was snatched or snatched from the mouth of a lower creature. The most dead? The funeral home, Grand, hum, I ca n’t go, the nearest is Allen. "
Zac began to pouting, looking at the saint with a strange mood.
"Then when I was entangled with the dog, I was seen by Chris." Sissy's face was also weird. "He didn't know what I was fighting. It is estimated that I read too many comics. The girl in distress stepped up to help ... "Sissy stopped talking, adjusted her breath, and his face went dark again." He's so stupid that he can only stand in front of me, Nick. I will let this guy taste the of this world ... "
"Uh, wait, Sissi." Zac can only throw the weird emotions in his happy, "The police will let Nick ..."
"I didn't say enough!" Sissi was very determined. "Vampire, you better not stop me!" (To be continued.)